THE COLOR POEM

Red the color of the saviors blood which fell on Calvery
Redeeming sinners, of whom I'm chief, from Satans slavery
Sun bright gold is the color of  God and the gospel wherein we are called
It's warmth, tender yet candid, harbors even hearts that are cold
Green is the color of hope, new beginnings, miracles of life
The quintessence of Yahwehs teeming amidst pain and strife

White is the color of the Spirit of God who protects us
Our voice of reason, our comforter, in prayer our friend in Jesus
Blue is the color of the vast splendor of the heavens above
A beacon to the prodigal to Jehovah's never ending  love
Rainbow is the color of Gods unique family in heaven's mansions
Living in accord with crowns of stars as the word mentions



Matt 6:33
" but seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness;
And all these things shall be added unto you

THINKING OF YOU

I'd love to say that it's easier now that you packed and are gone
Like a clown I'd put on a show, I'd say it doesn't hurt to be alone
I'd want to say how much I haven't missed you but I'd choke on the words
I long for your warm embrace but my feeble emotions aren't ready for the worst
So I find myself dragging my feet to my local, in my corner I have the usual, one too many
In my stupor I'd dial your number and say I'm on my way home honey
I'd hear your voice reminding me of the keys in the broken flower pot and food all warmed
It seems no matter how hard I try to forget, thoughts of you are always constantly formed
Your hairs on my pillow a painful reminder of how I used to caress you in your sleep
I haven't changed the sheets for your scent I long to forever keep
Perhaps tomorrow you will return to me and our world as you knew it
Thinking of you gives reason to my being, it's the only way I can exist
How do I move on when every road leads me back to where we first met
Back to that first hello, that first smile, that first kiss and all it meant
It's moments like these I see you, a mirage it maybe but all so sure real
Clandestinely I converse, insanity keeps me going, numbs all the hurt I feel
I'm in a  delirium, thoughts of you are more real than your absence
This animal I've become, of it I grapple with to fathom a sense
If, with time I heal and learn to love again- I will always be THINKING OF YOU

TROUBLED

Love? What love? Whose love? Why love? Love?
Love has bequeathed nothing but heartache and pain
I've been abandoned by love only to be embraced by shame
Love has left me lifeless, cold, and isolated as the grave
Its pillars have failed me only to crumble on the hope i gave
A soul overrun with wild flowers of hate, frustration and anger
Thought i knew love only to wake up to a total stranger
Tis' love that begot me? Tis' it that gave me up for adoption
Nay, i insisted on being born than to die in love's ocean
On the path to self destruction with all the fervor of a wild fire
At arms with love from the cradle to the pyre with unbridled desire

LIKE A ROSE

Its like a rose
This beautiful thing
Its appropriate for different kind of reasons
But its end never has a reason
Its pleasant when left to take its natural course
For touching it could change the admires tone
It has the power to bring hope to a concrete world
But denied the waters of life
Its beauty fades like the day into the night
Its like a rose this beautiful thing i found
I've witnessed it melt the hearts of stone
When it is natural it can bring healing to a war zone
Its like a rose it brings tears of sorrow and of joy
I've seen it at funerals where it is most sincere
For it visits often
It's like a rose this beautiful thing
Its beauty comes with thorns
Yet the rich and poor seek its protective wings
Its like a rose this beautiful thing
What a beautiful thing it is indeed

THOUGHTS

I haven't flashed a smile in a long while,
Like an unexpected pregnancy i need a way out,
Impregnated to insanity by a semen rich with suicidal fantasies,
I'm pacing in the room, fighting mirrors  for i can't face my realities,

Shadows of my past bring daymares so i constantly fist fight against the wall,
Stupor on yesterdays sorrows numbed to today's pain,
Am i a dead man walking? Am i just plain psychotic?
Feels like I am in a war and the battle has become apocalyptic

I'm sick inside without a sense of feeling,
I wounder whats worse living after you die or dying while you're still living?
My mind is a delirium though realty's walls are closing in like a cyclone,
Open the suicidal doors its my life my demise shall be my song,

Perhaps i will matter as i lay in that casket,
Eulogies and tears the epitaph of my existence,
Hope beyond the grave as they lay these cemented stones,
In peace after tempest storms shall rest these restless bones,

So i relocate to the cemetery in the heart of the night,
Angels and demons at war for a demented seeking soul,
Shackles of uncertainty bind me eternally to a long known fate,
These thoughts,these empty harrowing thoughts, a naked minds bait

MUDIWA WEPAMOYO

Ndorangarira mazuva aye tichidana pedyo nerwizi
Mhepo yaivhuvhutira tigere zvedu paruware
Shiri dzai pururudzira runako rwako sengirozi
Ndichizevezera mashoko erudo kuti iwe ufare
Mhiko ndaitsidzira kuumbira ramangwa pauri mudiwa
Kusvika kumagumo emazuva uchava ndiwe mambokadzi wepamoyo
Ndaivarairwa nemafemero ako urere bunde-bunde pachagu chipfuwa
Ganda rako rayivedza izwi rako muhope ruchindiimbira karwiyo

Pauno pepuka wondinyemwerera, wandigona, ndopfachuka nerudo
Waive chishamiso chisvusvura ndadya chemoyo wangu
Izwi rako rinyoro nyoro mundangariro rino nyorovesa hana waiva rudo
Ndai shereketa ndokumbereka ndichi tsvaga kukufadza nezviito zvangu
Mashoko erudo ndinewe anodakadza pfungwa kwauri ndovimbisa chirango
Asi nguva ndimadzongonyedze usipo uye kana tiri tose
Shungu dzeupenyu wakanaka dzondifambisa nerima iwo masango
Usa ndichityire nokuti kurudo rwedo ndakavimbika zvachose

Chengera goni remoyo wako usayevedzwe nezvino pfuura                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Kwauri ndinodzoka ini ndiriwako handikurase vimba muyangu hana

Kushamwari nehama ndakatopambadza usarase tariro nekuwanda kwe mazuva
Asi natsa kuti havasi vose vanofara kutiona tichidana
Ndingave murombo mumusha mangu hamhuna zviro zvino shamisa
Asi ndinovimbisa kukuriritira nekukufadza kudzamara tasiyaniswa nerufu
Zvisineyi handingavapo nguva dzose kudzivirira zvamanzwira moyo wako simbisa
Kuti rudo wako ruwane huremu nokuti rudo rwinotoda uve nemoyo murefu

Ini usandityire nokuti shungu dzangu dzakatoperera pauri
Handichadzokere kumashure nyangwe tikatadzirana handikurase moyo wakatopfava
Nyeredzi yangu, tsvarakadenga isina yenzaniso kubvira kare ndichida iwe shamwari
Dai zvaibvira taivaka pedu tega kuti moyo ugara uchifara serusvava
Ndoyeva chako chimiro tsime risina magumo
Ndofefeterwa muneramangwana nezvose zvatichava zvachose
Wadiwa wepa moyo

MATTERS OF THE HEART II

Like an abortion in a latrine pit
My presence disgust them to spit
The moon is full and cold winds blow so i howl like wolves
Cast away for my voice will not be silenced by propaganda tools
How can i be positive when life feels like a set up
The quest for emancipation like Kunta strengthens me up
My soul, a victim of societal homicide
The event of my demise will be harold a suicide
Peace? what peace? whose peace in a psychotic society
In the abyss at the belly of the beast i lay, crippled by anxiety
I quench a thirsty soul from the drools of its feast
Scars of a gladiator yet i bare no swords for the skulls at my feet
My palms are stained with virgin blood the exchange for my breath
Alas, the dust-laden whirlwind brings the scent of death
Will the sea part when the chariots seek after my soul?
Perhaps I've strayed too long and life has taken its toll
Matters of the heart echo like a distant drum
They fall on deaf ears and hearts that are numb